There are some who believe that the world is divided into estates: the first estate being the church, the second being the government, and the third being the people. The fourth estate is generally reserved for the media.
I have to admit I don't know too much about the Oxford Youth Singers, but having spent a thoroughly enjoyable Sunday afternoon watching their performance of my favorite production, "Les Miserables," I am now a fan.
Two weeks ago, I told my wife Molly that I wasn't going to spend the weekend doing Honey Do's especially around the yard. Honestly, I should say I requested this, since I was still suffering from a poison ivy infection on my feet received from picking up sticks in the woods from the weekend before. Molly is very particular about our woods.
She suggested that we go to see the movie "2016" based on the award winning book "The Roots of Obama's Rage" by Dinesh D'Souza.
I remember in 1971, Frankie Valli, who had been singing on his own, had just reunited with the Four Seasons and they were touring the country.
On a warm Saturday in June, a friend and I went to Carowinds, an amusement park located in South Carolina, and joined 5,000 other devoted fans and sat through one of the most enjoyable concerts I had ever attended. During the middle of the concert, a horrific summer rain storm struck, and for 15 minutes, it rained so hard that you could barely see the covered stage and not one person left.
I have always loved Christmas and its traditions; even as I have grown older, I find that really deep in my heart I still believe in Santa Claus and the spirit of the whole season, and I just can't wait until I see the "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer" re-runs at this time of year with the grandchildren.
I am still not quite sure whether it is the result of the open-heart surgery I had 13 years ago or the fact I have gotten older, but it seems that I can well up with uncontrolled tears these days due to the strangest things.